milliways_bar | Entries tagged with hurley

goodolefuntime.livejournal.com

Hurley didn't really expect anything weird when he entered the bar.

Suddenly being a gorilla sort of changes that.

"...Awww, come on," he says. "This is so not cool."

evil_koala_626

Autumn in the northern hemisphere is not a pleasant meterological setting for those hailing from tropical locales. It's wet. It's cold. It lacks the curtesy to offer up a decent snow fall to detract from either factor and so there is a soggy alien sitting in an armchair by the fire. He's not so much drinking from the steaming mug clutched in his claws as he's warming his hands and muttering rude things regarding the weather into his beverage.

(OOC: Car keys bait for Hurley and Raoul of Goldenlake but anyone's welcome.)

goodolefuntime.livejournal.com

Hurley sinks into a booth at Milliways, desperately trying not to just break down crying in front of anyone.

Steve... no, Scott was dead, Charlie had just killed Ethan, Claire was messed up in the head... things were just too nuts. It was overwhelming. So the instant he could sneak off without anyone noticing, he'd come to the Bar.

He orders a giant plate of chicken. Because that's what Hurley does. Gorge himself to drown out the badness.

[ooc: Wow that's depressing. Carkeys bait for Sariel Rager and Jennifer "Slider" Landers]

goodolefuntime.livejournal.com

Hurley sits down at the bar with a sigh.

He really doesn't get Michael's parenting methods.

He orders himself a plate of waffles and a big big glass of chocolate milk.

Mmmmm, waffles.

goodolefuntime.livejournal.com

[oom: Hearts and Minds and Urchins and Feet.]

Hurley step into the bar, a bit sweaty and his shorts are damp from the water.

"Oh. This figures," he says. "How come you keep disappearing on me, bar? That's so not cool."

It's not crazy to talk to the bar. It can hear him. D'uh.

He goes and sits down in a booth.

"Hey, buddy," he greets a waitrat. "Get me a Oreo milkshake, would ya?"

[ooc: Open until the post slides off the front page, yo.]

goodolefuntime.livejournal.com

Hurley strides into the bar, chuckling to himself.

Silly Sawyer, trying to break into a Halliburton case.

He sits down at the bar, a little bit on the ripe side since he's, you know, still stuck on an island with no running water and stuff.

But hey, ordering a grape soda and big plate of nachos is more important.

Which would be what Hurley is munching down on, if anyone comes to say hi.

goodolefuntime.livejournal.com

Hurley is so very not happy as he munches from a bucket of fried chicken at the bar.

What with Claire kidnapped, and his buddy Charlie all hurt and quiet... it's not been a good time.

Stupid island.

goodolefuntime.livejournal.com

[oom: Hurley finds that Milliways inspired theories about the island don't go down to well with Charlie]

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Some days Belar just feels like showing off. It happens, especially when you've been the little brother for twelve thousand years or more. Thus, while he has his sign up reading SECURITY MEMBER ON DUTY, it's got a note attached:

YES, THE BEAR

NO, REALLY

He's got his badge on, too. It's on a wide band of something like chainmail around his neck. No, the mail doesn't pinch the fur; he asked it not to. Sorcerous mojo is good for that.

goodolefuntime.livejournal.com

The Hurley that strolls into the bar today is actually quite happy.

Making a golf course was way too much fun. And it got everyone to relax.

So when he sits at the bar and orders himself a milkshake and a cheeseburger with fries, he's on top of the world.

[ooc: Open all day, with caveats of possible work-related slowtime possible]

goodolefuntime.livejournal.com

[OOM: Hurley lies to Charlie. A lot.]

Hurley enters through his door and proceeds to sit at the bar with a frown.

"Hey," he addresses the bar in general. "Am I allowed to, like, take stuff back home with me?"

likesthecoat

As usual, Ianto is sitting at the bar with a cup of coffee and his diary.

If one were to peek over his shoulder, one would see the words, "Today is my birthday" written at the top of today's page.

But one wouldn't do that, would one? It's terribly bad manners.

[tags of smallness: Maj. Evan Lorne, Billy Kaplan.]

[ooc: ~~Work-relate slowtime in effect.~~]

goodolefuntime.livejournal.com

Hurley wanders back into the bar looking tired, sweaty, and a bit dirty.

He's exhausted. He plops down into a booth and gets a waitrat to bring him a bottle of beer. He needs it.

Stupid cave-ins. At least everyone is okay, now.

goodolefuntime.livejournal.com

[OOM: Hurley goes back to the island, and things instantly go bad.]

goodolefuntime.livejournal.com

Hurley sits at the bar, staring at the door back to the island.

Is he allowed to be just 'Hey guys, I found a magic bar in my cave, lets all go get a meal and a shower!'? Or... how does he explain how he suddenly seems to have showered?

Hurley suddenly realizes he has to keep 'magic bar in my cave' a secret.

And he's going to need to get dirty as soon as he gets back.

Which should probably be soon.

Since they might be worried about how long he's been gone.

Crap.

Hurley pouts and eats a leg of fried chicken. You know, for breakfast.

prob-japanese.livejournal.com

Bumblebee has spent most of the past few days working with the various humans at Autobase, and has not had time to pop over to Milliways. He's just barely had time to take care of his dog- Carburetor, the fleethound puppy Lissar gave him, is growing by leaps and bounds and needs more running every day. Sam specifically asked Bee to make sure Carburetor got extra long exercise time in the mornings, because the fleethound hasn't worked out yet that Mojo is just a little bit different and can't keep up with the younger dog when he's all excited.

It is not an issue Bumblebee had ever considered the possibility of having when he first left Cybertron, that's for sure.

Anyway, he's still got data analysis to do and several more human reference volumes to assimilate, so rather than push the limits of available time back home he's come into the Bar with his stack of reading material. Not everything is available in electronic format on his Earth, so he's just going to have to deal with using slightly pointy metallic fingers to turn the pages. Oh well.

slayer_fray

Mel has a Security badge.

It's not the one pinned to her belt, though that's there too. This one is newer, and shiner than that one: straighter, not rusting, and catches the light as she flips it across her fingers and back again. It's Lan's.

At least Raph is back. Otherwise she'd be really annoyed at everyone leaving.

(Someone wanna tell her Stabby's back as well?)

goodolefuntime.livejournal.com

Hurley has been through a lot, lately. A lot.

So when, instead of entering his cave, he ends up at a bar, well... he thinks he's going crazy again.

"Oh dude, this is so not cool," he says to himself.

bloodyrockgod

It's Charlie. ~~Down by the river in a van.~~ Playing guitar by the observation window.

[Summary. Hurley tries to convince Charlie to mentor troubled kids. Charlie and Sawyer are snarly at each other. Claire and Charlie discuss the bebbeh and meeting her new god.]

gone_byebye

Ray had a fairly disquieting thought earlier today and wound up spending most of the afternoon in his room. He comes downstairs in search of food and actual conversation, since let's face it, it's a mess up there.

[Summary: Martin Miggs comes around and talks to Ray about food. Because, well- FOOD. But not pixy sticks.

Scribble the baby raptor comes by with her toy! There is tug-of-war and then the rope is torn to bits, so Ray deploys one of his flashyballs and gets himself some protection against pointy bits, and then there is feeding time for the ickle Mesozoic deathbringer.

Lysistrata also pops up, and there is some discussion of things like rings and faked deaths and Spartan idiocy, and on the idiocy theme Ray reveals that he's currently having an envy/jealousy problem, and can't quite seem to get over it. Even though he knows it's stupid.

Scary scary Tim Hunter comes by to ask about borrowing a PKE meter. Ray is somewhat reluctant at first, but when he hears what happened to Ace, he hands the meter over without a quibble.

Hurley comes around to ask Ray what he knows about freakydeaky numbers and good / bad fortune combinations. Ray adds another item to his research queue as a result.

And finally, Akito turns up, and there is discussion of ID cards and communications gaps before Ray boggles a little at the name of Nergal Heavy Industries. Give the man a break, he's been studying Sumerian for the past week...]

chelleuncurled

Michelle takes a sip of her coffee and looks at her notepad. She's still trying to figure out the timeline of upcoming events. She's also writing out a list of things that need to be accomplished.

She gets up to order something to eat when she sees a notice. When she gets back to her table she writes down "contact Peter about therapy" on her to do list.

She puts down the pen and takes another sip of coffee. She might like some company.

nomorethesource.livejournal.com

In light of the holiday, Cole is downstairs free of notebooks and thoughts of his current mission. He's just looking to make merry and be happy. He'll be wandering the bar, but if you catch hiss attention, he'll be with you in a flash. (For those traditionalists, Cole is most definitely not wearing anything green today, so he's fair game.)

got-batteries.livejournal.com

Hurley sits down at a booth, it has been a few days since he has last been able to enter the bar. He wonders how much time has passed here in comparison to time back on the island.

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

Claire is by the fire. She is reading to Seth from Winnie-the-Pooh. Seth is pretending to focus on the moving pictures. Really though he's just trying to break his own record of five consecutive spit bubbles.

got-batteries.livejournal.com

"Where am I," he said looking around. He had just gotten up from the fire after reavealing something personal to Charlie, now he was here, in some type of bar.